[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or...
This story and its characters are complete fiction from the mind of the author. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidence. The beginning of this story spends time with character development of my lead character. If you are expecting hot action from the get-go you will be disappointed. If you are patient I think you will enjoy the story...
(Author's note: This is one of those stories that pretty much wrote itself. I began with a basic premise, a fantasy, but as the characters developed, it turned into something more. Admittedly, it has a bit of a Deus ex Machina ending, but I hope you enjoy it.) *** "Prostitutes are like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." Okay, so m...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional and over 18. This story takes a while to get to the sex, but I hope it's worth the wait. That said, it's not a wham bam thank you ma'am story. I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to comment or make suggestions. This is my first story submission to Literotica so please be nice. That said, enjoy. *******...
PROLOGUE I had always had a soft spot for Karen. She was my wife's sixty-two year old, maternal aunt. She was single, stood about 5 foot six and had a nice figure, which she never flaunted, but it showed through in the conservative style of clothing she wore. I had only ever seen her in jeans once and she had quite a cute behind. Her breasts were of a...
I greeted her as I squatted down to wire in the new bakery case, the name tag said Rosalita, pretty face, chubby body. She nodded and ignored me while she talked with another worker. I wasn't offended that she paid me no attention, it was the story of my life, I'm an introvert and though I work in a public sector job, being chatty has never been me. In fact,...
It was cold. Even with the sun shining, it was cold. The six men had their greatcoats buttoned tight as they trudged through the woods. Overhead the branches of the trees were bare. They were walking along a small road in a forest. Several feet of snow lay on each side of the road. The snow on the road was packed down, except for the inch or so that had fal...
On Monday morning I arrived back at Ruth and David's in time for breakfast. It was good to see them both after my long week-end at Lesley's. I enjoyed their company, especially Ruth's, but as I'd got to know David better I'd begun to admire his laid back attitude and determination to make lemonade from the lemons life had thrown him. Despite his success, and...
As the train inched closer to the Pasadena depot, Leonard's apprehensive level rose to the point of near panic. Sheldon tried to calm him down and he nearly had to drag him to the bar and ordered him a stiff drink. The train stopped at the station and Leonard just wanted to stay on the train and head back east. "Sheldon, you did promise my mother, sister an...
X-rated website gains from sex scourge. Who caused it; how. This story is entirely fictitious. The main characters and their prior experiences are inspired by those in "Saturday Night School" chapters 1 to 4 as written by jessica_tang_vonharper and my stories, "Cedar Hill Cheerleaders" chapters 1 to 11. Enjoy! "HAPPINESS: greater JOY when SHARED", Dr Alwy...